#anybodygotbullets

"Dunno… But I really hope these weren’t a prototype for something they wanted to test on humans… Granted, we’re not human, but still.”

Wheatley turned over the stick puppet he had found in a part of the Bring Your Daughter To Work Day exhibition. Its arms flopped and continued to smile in no particular direction.

After work, Wheatley liked to walk over to a little shop near his flat to calm him down after hours of stress and sometimes being snapped at and yelled at by his boss. Just the sweet smell of the sweets they made and the soothing aroma of coffee and tea in the air calmed him down and helped him relax. Thanks to their wi-fi, it eventually became his working place.

Today.. He didn’t work on any paperwork or check anything on his old laptop that seemed to wheeze like an old man instead of simply whirring. The boss had been in a terrible mood. And when he was in a terrible mood… He tended to find ways to get people into trouble. Long story short, Wheatley was fired without hesitation and he was sent home early.

Being a well-known customer to the workers in the shop, he was given a cookie and the usual tea he ordered for free as an apology for being fired. This had been the reason he had moved to America… To find a job.. To travel! And he blew it.

Wheatley closed his laptop and groaned into his hand quietly before looking around. The store was almost barren.. Out of curiosity, the man looked down at his sort of watch that counted down to zero when he met ‘the one’. Yeah. Sounded ridiculous, right? It did to him too. What made him a bit nervous was.. It had only a minute and three.. two… one.. A minute left. It always made him anxious, because he always wondered.. What if it was a bomb? What if it was actually counting down to his death?

There was the ringing of a bell at the door as someone entered, but he didn’t bother looking up. He wasn’t in the mood to smile and say hello to everyone he met. His table nearly toppled over as someone stumbled an ran into it. “Oi! Was that necessary, mate?” Wheatley looked up to see a man with curly hair and… His watch beeped. So did the attractive stranger’s..

There was this pain in his chest that made his throat close up over the lump that stuck in there. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks as he watched Trigger test. He kept almost falling into the acid, being flung into walls, and battered to a pulp by so many deadly things in the colossal test chambers. And he was forced to watch. Only able to clutch a clipboard to his chest, his fingers nearly breaking the thin wood whenever Trigger slipped or fell.

[[SHIT I HAD PLANNED TO REPLY BUT I NEVER DID. SORRY ABOUT THAT, FRIEND]]

{{26. My muse’s boyfriend/girlfriend of five years just broke up with them and they are devastated. Yours is there to comfort them.}}

When Trigger entered his friend’s apartment and expected the amazing aroma of food to waft into his nostrils, since his friend was always cooking something in his small kitchen. There was only the smell of chamomile tea. Wheatley only took that tea out if he was sick or devastated about something..

Since his friend had a wonderful girlfriend, a cat that loved cuddling, and great friends… Trigger thought he had caught the flu or maybe a virus of some sorts. But no.. When he carefully entered the small living room, he found Wheatley curled up in a ball on his couch, used tissues and empty mugs of tea littered on the ground and the coffee table. The poor, ridiculously tall man was sobbing quietly with his forehead against his knees, blubbering and rambling on with hitched breaths about something involving his girlfriend.